Thursday, April 21, 2011

I'm trying to remember where I was 13 years ago...

The owner of Simone’s day care (where she goes after school) asked me last week whether Simone’s dad has another daughter living elsewhere. I said no – not that I know of. Then she asked whether I have another daughter somewhere. I said no – not that I know of (haha!). 

This line of questioning was getting a little suspect, so naturally I asked her why she was asking me this.
She said that Simone had mentioned her sister earlier that day. Since she was unaware of the existence of a sister, the owner asked her for more information about this mystery sibling. 

Simone told her very matter-of-factly that she has an older sister who is 13 and lives in Africa. 

When I asked Simone about the sister, she said "Yeah, you know my sister. The one who lives in Africa." She even told me the sister's name, but I didn't catch it because my brain was too busy trying to figure out why Simone felt the need to create such a "unique" family member out of the clear blue. Until now, all the imaginary sisters around here have been Choppy's

I just hope this sister doesn't aspire to be president one day. I don't have her birth certificate!

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Cleveland Rocks...plus it's apparently the safest place in the U.S.

After viewing a YouTube video of damages from a tornado that recently hit the town where Simone’s Granny lives (Granny was not affected, thankfully), Simone started to worry about a “twister” invading our space in our own town. She wasn’t totally distraught, so it may have been a bedtime-stalling tactic – but who knows with her, ya know? I tried to reassure her by pointing out that it was a beautiful night and we could see the stars.

"We we’re not having a tornado tonight.", I told her.

She took this to mean that Arlington, TX is exempt from any tornadic* activity, ever. This is certainly not true, and is also not a good impression for a young person to be under. So I further explained that sometimes we have bad storms and it is definitely possible for a tornado to pay us a visit, but if that ever happens, we will go somewhere safe until the tornado goes away. I made sure to let her know that she and I, as well as Choppy and all of our pets will try our best to stay safe. I didn’t elaborate on my actual plan, since it would have required a LOT of explanation, and it was already bedtime – I didn’t need any more questions – so I just left it at “we’ll go somewhere safe”.

She thought about this for a minute, and looked at me a little perplexed. “Where will we go, Mommy? To Ohio?”

Uhhhhh...No, not Ohio.

So I had to let her in on the plan, which is to hide in her bathtub with her mattress over our heads (that’s still what you should do, right?). Hopefully the animals will cooperate, although the fish may have to fend for themselves if worse comes to worst. That tub is already getting overcrowded.

* - My spell-check says "tornadic" is not a word, but I hear weather forecasters use it all the time. Sorry, spell-check. I'm going with The Weather Channel's vernacular here.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

A twirly skirt...

Made from two bandannas and part of a huge men's t-shirt. And of course my new(ish) sewing machine that has been sitting in the corner being lonely and unused since I bought it several months ago. I got a little carried away with the shirt, but I like the results. And I think my model does, too.

Instructions found here.